Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Vietnam and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Supertramp to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Thinking Fellers Union Local 282. All the underground hits.
All The Men They Couldn't Hang tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Louis and Bebe Barron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barry Ungar record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Godley & Creme,
Bobby Byrd,
Lakeside,
Scion,
Skriet,
Qualms,
Lou Reed,
the Fania All-Stars,
Tubeway Army,
Blake Baxter,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Angels of Light,
Bob Dylan,
David Bowie,
Morten Harket,
Icehouse,
The Fuzztones,
La Düsseldorf,
Scientists,
The Doors,
The New Christs,
Camberwell Now,
The Happenings,
Charles Mingus,
Section 25,
Parry Music,
Barry Ungar,
The Gories,
The Five Americans,
June of 44,
Faraquet,
Sixth Finger,
Soft Cell,
Minny Pops,
Japan,
Peter and Kerry,
Lalo Schifrin,
Scan 7,
Henry Cow,
Marine Girls,
Sister Nancy,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Cal Tjader,
The Fugs,
Marcia Griffiths,
Barrington Levy,
Bobby Sherman,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
DNA,
Tim Buckley,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Bill Wells,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Panda Bear,
Index,
Masters at Work,
Curtis Mayfield,
AZ,
Ronnie Foster,
Von Mondo,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Ituana,
Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.